Description: Metro City has its fair share of brawls, so it's imperitive that the new monorail gets a thorough testing. Frei and Reed pair up to take on Guile in a brutal match that seems even all the way until the end where victory is decided by who's chi is the strongest. (Winner: Guile)
Oh, the monorail, the monorail. Cheap, public, and quite possibly the easiest way to get around, especially when you consider traffic at this hour. Sure enough, by now, the crew have set up various cameras inside, slanting down from assorted perspectives. Considering the narrow space these SNF fighters are expected to utilize, it's going to be an interesting fight --- but one fighter in particular isn't very happy with the location.
Tyler Reed, juvenile delinquent, sucker for all things exclusive and expensive, waltzes through the entrance of said passenger car.
Scowling.
"Man...they always put me in these cheap joints. Can't they have picked someplace...I dunno, classier," he grumbles to no-one in particular, shooting one of the passengers on board a peculiar glance.
"Watch where you're going, sonny," An old man grouses, pushing past him with little tolerance for the young and bold.
If not for his trademark blonde flattop, Guile would practically blend in with the rest of the crowd as he stands off to the side. For once the man is wearing something other than his traditional tanktop and a camoflauged pants, now sporting a worn, dark blue jacket with a unit patch sewn into the shoulder, a plain white t-shirt underneath and a pair of old jeans. In fact the only thing the same as his usual attire is the pair of heavy black combat boots.
With the first of his opponents stepping into the car, Guile slips out from among the crowd, moving carefully around the other passengers instead of pushing right through them. "Tyler Reed, correct?" A hand is extended as he reaches the young man, his face locked in its usual serious glare, "I hope to give these people a good show as soon as your partner for the match arrives."
The idea of a monorail must seem new and awesome to people in the United States; to residents of Japan, with bullet trains and their own monorail-like public transit, the things are old hat. Thus Frei, seated in the back of the car in the Non-Fighting Passengers setion, seems perfectly comfortable riding on the thing.
The old woman in the seat next to him, however, is not... and sees the monk's composure as an excuse to pummel him with questions. "I heard this thing would be... loud! Very loud!"
"It glides as softly as a cloud," Frei says patiently, by this point of the conversation on complete autopilot.
Grousing, the old woman reaches into her immense purse and withdraws a soft-type lunchbox. "Guess I should get a snack in before there's PEOPLE all over the place." She picks up a container of genuine Jell-O(tm) pudding and makes to open it, only to have the apparatus snap off. "...Stupid ring came off my pudding can!"
Reaching over, Frei grabs it and gently applies force -- earth chi, aka gravity -- in a very precise way to crack the seal. He yanks the top off then hands both back to the woman, saying in a dreamy tony, "Use my finely honed chi manipulating abilities, my good woman."
The old woman squints at the monk carefully. "Were you sent here by the devil?"
There's a pause, before the red-haired fighter leans in close, and says in perfect seriousness: "...yes."
Reed just stares at the hand as it's extended. He then goes about studying old broomtop, green eyes flickering with just the slightest bit of contempt, noting his casual wear --- the unit patch in particular. So this is William Guile, huh? It's not every day that he crosses paths with a military man. The kid's done his research on the guy, as much as he can find, at least, with the kind of resources he has at his finger tips.
And after all, the U.S. military stands for just about everything he's not; vigilante or otherwise.
"Yo," he finally responds, slapping the guy's hand down by way of urban greeting. At the mentioning of his SNF partner for the day, Tyler looks around. And when he spots the monk talking to the old lady, catching bits and pieces of the conversation, he waves his long black baton, a sight he's surely not to miss. "HEY!!! OVER HERE!!!"
Guile (who for some reason has an error in many records giving him the first name 'William') narrows his eyes slightly at the informal greeting, but simply takes it all in stride. You don't have to particularly like someone to fight them, and in some cases it makes it easier if they're annoying little punks.
There's no real time for pondering how best to teach a punk like Reed some proper respect as his attention gets called toward his second opponent. Taking a few steps back and letting his hands slip into the pockets of his jacket, he watches the monk and waits for him to pull into the section of the car left empty, except for the two fighters already inside it. "I'm surprised I missed you sitting there, I guess I'll just have to keep a better eye on you during this match if I hope to be the last man standing." A faint smile crosses his face, not doing too much to lighten the harsh lines.
After his declaration, there is a staredown. Monk versus old woman.
It lasts until Reed calls out, and Frei blinks first. The old woman, with a triumphant smile, responds thusly: "...get a haircut."
Lifting himself from the seat, Frei gets up and walks to the other end of the car, running a finger along the tops of empty seats as he does so. To him, this is just another fight... though he is hoping Howard Enterprises is insured, all things considered. At least the ceiling on a monorail is a bit higher than a cramped subway car. "Hm. I guess this means we can get started. Nice to meet you." He gives a little wave of the fingers, but doesn't go for the handshake as many others might. "I'm ready when you are."
Yes, there it is, the magic word!
Right when Frei says 'ready,' Reed wastes no time getting into it. "GREAT! So am I." Without expanding further with words, the teen just cracks his baton out to hit Guile in the head with.
SUH-WING!
....Utilizing the tip to plunge a several inches below where skull meets hair. More for the skull and less for the hair, actually. It's a crude way to start the fight, but the kid's just here for show, right?
Oh yeah, and there's that money too.
COMBATSYS: Reed has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Guile has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Frei has joined the fight here on the left meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Guile dodges Reed's Deep Strike.
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From his casual position, hands slipped into his jacket pockets, one would easily expect Guile to be unprepared for the oncoming fight, but as Reed whips out his weapon, Guile moves with greater speed than one would expect from the soldier. In a moment he's easily slipped to the side as the weapon finds nothing but empty air.
"It's proper to make sure your opponent's also ready before you try to cream his brains out." In a flash his hands lunge out toward Reed, one attempting to grab him by the neck while the other aims for his wrist, if successful pulling it around to twist his arm back behind his back along the inside line, before he starts pulls him around in a wide circle before finally ramming his head right up against the window with sickening force. They wanted to show the car could stand up to a real fight, and Guile seems ready to put it to the test.
"...right, then," Frei says distractedly, as the two other fighters leap into the fray without so much as a warning. The monk eyes Reed carefully for a moment, trying to take a measure of the man who basically just swung a very dangerous blunt weapon at his opponent's head without so much as an 'en garde'. Curiously enough, he finds his sympathy going to Guile.
Thus he doesn't mix it up just yet; perhaps better for Reed to dance with Guile a bit. Instead, he adopts a defensive posture and takes a deep breath, centering himself. "Glad to see you kids are having so much fun together already."
COMBATSYS: Frei gathers his will.
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COMBATSYS: Reed dodges Guile's Strong Throw.
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That's right. Reed will happily exercise his ability to tolerate massive amounts of pain by being Guile's latest punching bag.
Guile, no doubt, is quicker than the thief had expected. All his weapon really does is whistle past the soldier and crash into one of the reinforced walls of the passenger car.
Hn. He inspects it briefly to see just how big of a dent he's caused inside --- barely a scratch. It appears that they've done a pretty nifty job, and it doesn't take Guile's 'Reed-as-dummy' test drive to see that.
And that's because Guile's sure and true attempt to throw him about like a rag doll falls short.
As that hand tries to snatch him by the neck, the kid ducks with but a hairsbreadth of time for success, then rolls back to where Frei's at. Almost, Guile, almost.
"Hiya," he greets the monk, smiling none-too-pleasantly. "You want a crack at him? He's actually pretty fast."
COMBATSYS: Reed focuses on his next action.
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With Reed slipping right through his grasp, Guile is impressed with his ability to recover, especially after launching an assault at him with all that force he had been expecting an easy go of giving the younger fighter a concussion and a lesson in respect.
Turning his attention to watch the two now pulling themselves right into close proximity, a faint hint of a smirk crosses his lips, "You've got more speed than I thought, but you're really not showing yourself too bright on fighting tactics." He suddenly racing across the car, launching himself into the air as he nears the two and fully extending his leg, bringing it around in a long sweep at just about head height on both of his opponents.
COMBATSYS: Guile successfully hits Frei with Rolling Sobat.
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COMBATSYS: Guile successfully hits Reed with Rolling Sobat.
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Well. From the way he phrased that little rejoinder, it would appear Guile was going to make a run at Reed. That's probably why when he notices the sweep of the Special Forces fighter's leg is about to hit him too, he doesn't exactly try to block until it's a little too late, the blow sending him flying to the side, where he smacks into a handhold bar with a painful-sounding *CLANG*. Stumbling back, he turns around with both hands over his now-bloody nose, sniffling a bit. "Ow."
Having been officially entered into the fight by Guile's attack, the monk decides to try and pay him back, twisting around and making a grab for Guile's shirt. If he can manage it, Frei suddenly tosses Guile *straight up*... which wouldn't be so bad if Frei didn't follow that by pointing both hands at the ceiling and releasing a massive pulse of wind chi, effectively accelerating Guile into the top of the monorail at very high speed. Of course, Guile's got some very high speed of his own, so the clumsy attack isn't likely to connect... though the placid expression on Frei's now-bloodied face doesn't suggest that he cares very much, either.
% RJust about everyone's always wanting to teach him a lesson in respect. But that's pretty much unavoidable, given the way he treats his superiors.
Like any delinquent, Reed has a problem with authority! Especially if supposed authority figure is not paying him massive figures to keep his mouth shut. But like most bad people, the young criminal is punished, and this time, in the form of Guile's sweeping leg. Lug soles catch him to the side of his face, and he's sent flying away from Frei, towards the left side of the car.
That doesn't mean that he can't retaliate, however, and so he does, using the surface of the window to launch himself past and strike Guile in the head in turn; an airborne kick.
COMBATSYS: Guile blocks Reed's Battere il suolo.
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COMBATSYS: Guile interrupts Strong Throw from Frei with Sonic Boom.
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Even as he comes back to the ground from the jumping sweep kick, Guile's readying himself for retaliation, his arms pulled up into a ready position as Reed comes in at him from the side, easily bringing up his arm to pull into the path of the flying kick, taking all the force on his forearm before being able to push it off to the side.
With part one taken care of, Guile turns Frei as he comes in, but dealing with Reed leaves him less time to respond than he originally thought and he's quickly launched into the air by the monk. Years of experience quickly start to convey Frei's followup motion for what it is and in a flash his arms and locked back even as he flies into the air, hands sheathed in chi before being drawn forward, stretching the blue chi out into long slashes before they flow together in front of the soldier, forming a disc that quickly hurtles through the space between the two, blasting right through the burst of wind chi and slamming into the young monk. The extra force from the attack ends up propelling him up to the ceiling regardless, hitting with a weak thump before he falls back to the car's floor, managing to roll as he hits and push himself back up to his feet.
Not exactly expected, but in truth the smacking burst of sonic chi doesn't hurt any worse than the kick did... which isn't to say either was a feather tap, but as Frei himself rolls backwards and comes to his feet in a crouch, grimacing in pain -- that did sting -- but not out for the count yet. "Interesting," is all he murmurs. Sonic chi is pretty rare... meeting someone who can use it is certainly interesting enough.
Deciding to retaliate in kind, the monk cups his hands to his sides, a sphere of multi-colored energy swirling between his palms in a form that might actually seem familiar to Guile. Throwing both hands forward, heels of his palms touching, Frei lashes out with a massive burst of chi in a large (if slow-moving) shockwave. "Haaadooooukeeeeeeen!"
Huh. Not his strongest attack, surely, but Reed thought that it would connect by way of speed. Frowning, the dark-haired teen flips back as soon as his kick is blocked off; a simple lift of the fighter's forearm.
He didn't really come into this fight expecting to win, but still. "Yeah whatever, broom-head," his first insult delivered for the day, "Don't think you're gonna walk out of here all fine and dandy, bub! You got that?"
Babbling aside, he races back into the fight, not even allowing Guile to regain some stability for that sonic-chi attack. As Frei launches his shockwave on the vigilante, Reed aims low, whipping his foot out to sweep Guile with a strong kick.
COMBATSYS: Guile dodges Frei's Hadou Souran.
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COMBATSYS: Guile dodges Reed's Strong Kick.
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The large man continues to show surprising speed despite appearances. As the massive burst of energy comes flying at him, he's quick to jump to the side, landing on the seats of one side of the car to give him enough clearance. Even having just moved out of the way that massive assault, he's already prepared for the next, leaping up over Reed's sweeping assault and landing back on the floor behind him,
"If you're trying to piss me off, you'll have to use something more original, I've been hearing that since before you could walk." He's quick on his response, even as the words leave his mouth he's pivoting around to face Reed, his hand cocked back behind his head and being thrown forward at incredible speed, aimed right for the back of the young man's head.
COMBATSYS: Guile successfully hits Reed with Strong Punch.
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Frei didn't exactly expect that attack to connect, but he had hoped it might at least give Reed's attack some extra oomph by splitting Guile's attention. Sadly, no such luck. It also gives him a nice, backseat position to observe Guile and Reed having some sort of continued tiff over manners, a tiff the monk is careful to keep himself well-distanced from. Instead, he uses the opportunity to center himself again, opting for a more contained way of doing things without the normal flashy wind and particle effects. "Now you kids play nice," he mutters sotto voce.
Then he throws a glance at the old woman, who is enjoying her pudding. "Otherwise no dessert."
COMBATSYS: Frei gathers his will.
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"Not tryin' to piss you off, dude. It's a straight-forward fact that your hair-do looks like a f*ckin' broom," Reed counters in kind, glowering. The kid doesn't get to say much after that, however, as that punch is delivered right to the back of his head.
A punch that should have blacked him out, by all means. But instead? Guile will just have to settle for something else: namely, his body impacting ground, skidding across the narrow walkway. As his chin scrapes violently against the floor, Reed grits his teeth, slamming his palms into the ground to prevent himself from slipping any further.
That HURT.
Pulling himself up to full height by way of using his baton as support, the loud thief turns around and rubs the back of his dark head, "Play nice?"
Unlikely.
"PLAY NICE MY ASS!!" and with that, he snakes his arm out to catch Guile in an onslaught of whorling baton-strikes.
COMBATSYS: Reed successfully hits Guile with Don Quixote.
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With Frei hanging back, Guile starts to get obviously concerned over what the monk is planning at this point, glancings toward him as he speaks. This, however, leaves him less time than he expected to deal with Reed, who seems to be doing far better at shrugging off the fist to the head than he expected. Even being caught slightly off-guard, however, Guile's quick to react, bringing his arms up in front of him and heading off each of the incoming blows on his forearms, the onslaught pushing him back as what's sure to be a collection of deep purple bruises in the morning collects on his forearms until the whorling baton ceases its furious motions.
With Reed seeming to have thrown himself so completely into the assault, that starts to leave Frei to consider in Guile's mind. In a moment he's dashing around Reed and across the length of the car, extending his arms to either side as he comes in on the monk, attempting to wrap them around the man's waist, spin him around, and then launch overbackward into a fiersome suplex designed to bring Frei's skull into close contact with one of the seats.
COMBATSYS: Frei blocks Guile's Dragon Suplex.
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In truth, the monk expected Guile to come for him next; the military fighter seems to be dividing his attention fairly equally, after all, which is certainly a smart move in a two-on-one. Thus when Guile grabs him Frei is ready, his body going loose and his eyes closing for just a moment so he's not disoriented as he moves through the air. Before his head can come in contact with the seat, however, he shoots out both hands and braces himself against it, turning what would probably have been a lethal blow into a merely very painful one, Frei having forced into his relatively unmuscled arms all the force of the throw *plus* acceleration.
However, he does have enough energy to push back and, leaping out of Guile's grasp, swing his entire body backwards in an impromptu flipkick, scything backwards through the air from the seat, hoping to catch Guile under the jaw with... well, a ghetto Flash Kick, basically, only this one burns with a crescent of scarlet flame.
And there you have it. His attack a success, but barely doing much, Reed allows Frei some room to do his own thing, namely that crescent of a kick.
He continues to massage his smarting head, scowl ever-so-appropriate, waiting to see just what the military man will do next.
COMBATSYS: Frei successfully hits Guile with Kouen no Tsurugi.
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COMBATSYS: Reed focuses on his next action.
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Having put so much force into the attack, Guile finds himself unprepared for the quick retaliation, even if it is just the bastard offspring of one of his signature maneuvers. The foot takes him full on it the jaw, slamming his head back and causing the soldier to stumble backward toward the other side of the car, until he manages to catch himself on the seats behind him.
He shakes his head a few times to clear it after the swift boot, "That was pretty solid, it seems you've got one of my moves down. But you still have a thing or two to learn!" Guile's attention is suddenly focused back on Reed, blasting in toward the man across the car and lunging at him in and attempt grab hold of him by the arm, spring him up over his shoulder, and then send him flying right into the side of the car.
Improbably, Frei lands perched on top of the seats Guile was trying to smack him into, in a sort of bird-like crouch that looks... fairly precious. Mostly because it is; after a moment he hops down to the floor of the monorail and stands tall (well, as tall as 5'6" will let him be) and grins faintly at Guile. "It wasn't on purpose, but thanks for the compliment."
However, he ALSO feels his strength flagging... and while he had hoped to put his ultimate technique to better use than a football-esque frontal assault, Frei sees no other choice in the matter. Taking a deep breath, he extends one hand, which starts to glow with the same multicolored hue as before... only much brighter. His voice, however, becomes loud and dramatic... there might even be some reverb, though in these close quarters it could just be the monorail. "This hand of mine glows with an awesome power! It's burning grip tells me to defeat you!"
And then he launches himself across the distance toward Guile like a kamikaze pilot, expecting in no way to survive... but certain to go out with a bang. "Here I go! Baaaakuretsu... GOD FINGER!" Thrusting his hand forward, the light suddenly explodes in a massive force blast at point-blank range, manifesting as an invisible shockwave that ripples the air like water. "Heat end!"
COMBATSYS: Reed interrupts Strong Throw from Guile with Splitz Overkill.
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COMBATSYS: Guile interrupts Fukami Reikai from Frei with Somersault Strike EX.
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All of his attention back on one person. Good. When Guile starts to lunge for him, Reed slides his leather jacket off in one swift movement, turning the garment inside-out. The ends of his jacket sleeves whip around Guile's fist like a vise, holding it aloft in the air, leather always has a better way of sticking to things than slick silk lining.
This may allow the soldier to take a good look at the label:
GIEVES & HAWKES
No. 1 Savile Row
Expensive, that...but lately, the young thief's ruined /enough/ good jackets to really care about them, at this point. "Sure I do, old man! In fact, when I'm through, I want to sign up with the Special Forces!"
Sarcasm, there. Just a touch. Even though he did get Guile's name wrong in thought, but hey. When you kinda sound like Jean-Claude van Damme?
As a wave of concussive force overloads his heel, Reed swings out to intercept the throw with his own attack: a swift, hard kick to the ribs.
Reed's managed once again to prove Guile's throws useless against the thief as he suddenly finds him arms being whipped out of the way, leavin the the kick free to do its damage, taking him full into the ribs and launching him backward, his hands ripping free out of the jacket with enough force to give them a solid rug burn, sure to sting like hell, and dropping him to his knees on the car's floor.
However, all of this leaves him in one of his stronger positions, and Frei's flashy attack has no chance in hell of going unnoticed by the soldier. Twisting around slightly on his knee to adjust his position against the oncoming assault, Guile launches himself up into the air as the energy starts to burst, his leg fully extending and cutting through the chi burst like a knife, the toe of his heavy boots full on connecting with the monk's chin before the somersault completes, dropping Guile back down to the ground before launching into a second somersault kick without giving any moment of respite and as he lands this time, he pauses slightly before pushing back into the air, his boot screaming through the air as he launches into a massive somersault, the top of the arc nearly leaving a skidmark across the ceiling of the car, once more coming to land on his feet with a heavy thud.
That does indeed appear to sting. In fact, it would appear that Guile hit Frei so hard the monk disintegrated entirely. Nothing left, as it were. What other fighter can say they've accomplished that. The crowd, not knowing where to look, actually gasps in quiet awe, and everything is silent for a moment as they drink that in.
Then Frei whistles.
He is *stuck* to the ceiling. How he is accomplishing that -- crouched, as it were, with his legs braced against it -- is probably some chi-related monk secret that will never be known. And in truth it looks as if the monk is going to collapse from blood loss soon as is; his face, his chest are both red with shed blood from the savage beating he's taken, the dark russet orange-brown of his silk Mandarin shirt ruined, a mighty gash torn through the midriff.
He doesn't speak, because he doesn't need to. Instead he drops off the ceiling, hurling a baseball-sized sphere of brightly glowing yellow-gold-orange light at Guile... and if it gets close, the sphere suddenly explodes into an eye-searing array of chi fireworks, each successive blast like a tiny exploding sun.
Well if Guile's got a basic rug burn from the jacket, Reed's hands are literally bleeding. The wrench, like a severed tug-of-war, sends him flying back towards the back of the passenger car, and he's none-too-lightly slammed against the window, impacting the glass so hard that cracks begin to surface along them in intricate patterns. A wave of exhaustion hits him thus, and he slowly sinks back down into the floor, a short breath leaving him for the count. For now...he's content to rest up a bit, watching with narrowed eyes as Frei sticks to the ceiling by way of chi, hurling those spheres, as it were.
He'll be back in a second...the teenager just needs to rest up a bit.
COMBATSYS: Reed gains composure.
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COMBATSYS: Guile endures Frei's Hizashi Ronde.
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It takes Guile a moment to realize exactly what's happening and what happened to Frei, the whole situation having gotten out of his control until this soft lull in the action as everyone recovers from what all just happened, but it only lasts a few moments. The calm is shattered as Frei begins to launch burst after burst of chi in at the soldier, but Guile starts to react immediately. As the first burst of energy hits Guile, he's already starting to dash across the car toward the winded Reed, each sphere hitting him propelling the soldier to greater speeds as he closes in on his target, the pain seemingly thrust out of his mind as he launches into the air in a reverse somersault, bringing his leg out fully extending and using all the built of force to attempt to slam his boot down on the top of Reed's head before passing over him and landing on the floor behind him.
Perhaps it's because he knows if he stops moving he's going to fall over, but Frei doesn't bother stopping once he hits the floor, heedless of whether or not his attack hits Guile at all. Tapping his foot against the metal floor of the monorail, he ducks forward, trying summon as much speed as he possibly can and looking to snag whatever part of Guile is handy: a leg, an arm, a foot, even a grip on his clothes. If he can get one, with a grunt of combined pain an effort, he steps forward and, using earth chi to empower the attack, swings Guile's entire body one-handed into the floor of the monorail, the unseen chi force adding increased momentum to the attack.
COMBATSYS: Guile successfully hits Reed with Heavy Kick.
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Three...two...one...and!!!!
He's not going to make it.
That much is clear, at least, when Guile's kick descends upon his head like a fallen hammer. Crushed under the vigilante's boot, Reed is sent veering back to the side, his head snapping along with a sickening lurch.
Oh, the pain! Hospital bills a-plenty when this is over. And for a long moment, the kid says nothing. Eyes closed shut, his lips twisted down into his trademark scowl, the thief jerks forward, slamming his baton against the walkway to haul himself back up.
Warily, he glances at Guile, hoping that Frei's attack will distract him enough to keep the soldier busy. And as for Reed? He'll be ramming that long baton towards old broomtop's torso, striking him as appropriate, the hits coming in manifold. Green energy bursts from the ends as it's thrust, hoping to damage Guile by the end of it.
COMBATSYS: Reed can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Guile dodges Reed's Tempesta di Colpi.
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Frei 0/-------/-------|=======\-------\1 Guile
COMBATSYS: Guile fails to interrupt Daichi Kudaki from Frei with Sonic Boom.
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It would seem that the reverse of Reed's hopes comes true as Guile's attention gets pulled to Reed's oncoming assault. The soldier seems to easily slip out of the path of the oncoming frenzy, each and every hit finding nothing but empty air.
With Reed now down for the count, Guile turns his attentions back toward Frei, hands cocking back to either side and blooming with chi, but this time he doesn't seem to be afforded enough room to get it off and Frei is on him before he expects it. The monk soon has the soldier by his jacket and being flug around until he comes down hard against floor. The car manages to show off surprising durability as the floor doesn't even show signs of weakening after the heavy strike.
Hopping back from his strike, Frei stays in a crouch for a moment... but amazingly, when he (slowly) stands back up it's... an entirely different story from a few seconds ago. His nose and the cuts on his torso have stopped bleeding, and he actually *looks* better than he was. Those with the attuned sight to notice can actually sense the chi bleeding off his body; the monk is using the balance of yin and yang to actively repair injuries. It's not a trick he can do very often... but it can get surprising results when he does.
Putting his hands together, Frei spares a glance at his out-of-the-fight teammate for a moment before balling his hands into fists and throwing his arms down to his sides, a wind gusting out of nowhere in resonance with his chi and a wild grin spreading across the bloodied face, giving his expression a false and totally uncharacteristically sadistic cast. "Just you and me now, Guile!" he says. "Let's give 'em a good show!"
COMBATSYS: Frei gathers his will.
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Reed is, by and by, totally KO'ed.
So give them a good show, folks!
By this point Guile's actually starting to show signs of tiring, his face is practically gleaming with sweat, and his trademark hair style looks as though it's starting to droop. It takes a bit of effort to push himself back up to his feet, and as he does, his eyes narrow and the soldier starts to pull himself together and an intense focus enters his gaze.
When he acts, it's sudden. In mere moments he's blazing across the floor of the car, launching himself into the air halfway across the floor and seeming to glide the rest of the way as he brings his knee up to a point in front of him, the entire force of the blazing speed focused on his knee, aimed right for Frei's throat.
COMBATSYS: Frei blocks Guile's Knee Spike EX.
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He might be on his last legs, but Frei's not out yet... and he's in a hurry to finish this up too. One hand drops to his side, beginning to glow a brilliant blue-white, like a winter day. The other comes up and *catches* the knee, shoving it aside. It's a rough defense, and it puts considerable strain on Frei's already-taxed body... but it does keep him going just a little while longer. He continues grinning, green eyes sparkling, as the halo around his other hand intensifies. "You're pretty fast, but you might be surprised how hard it is to keep..." And here, he swings his other hand forward, the blue-white light suddenly becoming a massive swirl of ice crystals that the monk flings at Guile like a wave, the air crystallizing from the cold. "...me down!"
COMBATSYS: Guile overcomes Hyoushou Rengeki from Frei with Sonic Boom.
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By this point, the crowd's using only half of their seats (even though they paid for the whole thing), waiting to see who'll fall down first. "If you think that weak thing's got what it takes to stand up to energy at the speed of sound, you've got another thing coming." Ready to put on a show, Guile's hands shoot back, hands bathed in glowing blue chi energy as they're then flung forward, crossing in front of them soldier and combining into a single blue disc. The disc quickly shoots forward, blasting through the cloud of ice crystals after being held back by it for a moment, sending the crystals scattering every which way in an impressive effect that prompts gasps and cheers from the crowd. The swirling disc of blue energy, however, continues on its way, bearing down on Frei.
COMBATSYS: Frei fails to slow Sonic Boom from Guile with Hyoushou Rengeki.
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COMBATSYS: Frei can no longer fight.
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Be sure to watch his other hand. Frei's been on the receiving end of a projectile volley enough times to know that if someone HAS a little energy to throw around of their own, they're going to do it; thus, his other hand -- the one he had blocked with -- is already glowing blue-white as he throws the first blast at Guile. As the sonic boom comes in, however, he hears Guile's comment and suddenly frowns, his normally pleased face suddenly showing intense disapproval. "For all the lecturing you gave the other guy about manners, calling somebody else's attacks 'weak' is kinda rude, don'tcha think?"
As the sonic energy is about to impact, Frei raises his other hand to stop it with another blast of ice... but sadly, he's too slowed by fatigue and, interestingly enough, annoyance to do it properly. The resulting hit isn't exactly bad -- the worst it does is make the monk draw back his arm in pain as the Sonic Boom snaps into it -- but it's enough to push him over the edge and out of the fight. Pausing for a moment, holding his wrist, he takes deep ragged breaths... and then just sits down in the nearest monorail seat and leans over on his side, eyes closed. "Alright... I'm done."
As the fight finally comes to a close, cheers shoot out from the crowd in the rest of the car, and the fighting fans are quick to rush the rest of the car, swarming around the fighters, some focused on Frei and Reed, congratulating them on putting up such a good fight, but the majority swamp Guile, he is after all the victor. Although looking a bit out of his element, he shakes a few hands as he pushes through the crowd, "I suppose it might be rude, but for some reason the crowds eat that sort of thing up."
Finally the car finds itself coming to a stop, and the moment the doors slide open, Guile is quick to step out, making a slow retreat away from the swarm of fighting fans.
Log created on 21:30:41 08/03/2007 by Guile, and last modified on 19:02:35 08/07/2007.